NAN SHERWOOD AT PINE CAMP

or, The Old Lumberman's Secret

By Annie Roe Carr

CONTENTS

Chapter I.   THE YELLOW POSTER

Chapter II.   THE COTTAGE ON AMITY STREET

Chapter III.   "FISHING"

Chapter IV.   SWEEPING CLEAN

Chapter V.   GREAT EXPECTATIONS

Chapter VI.   A SPRAT FOR A HERRING

Chapter VII.   A VISTA OF NEW FORTUNES

Chapter VIII.   TWO IMPORTANT HAPPENINGS

Chapter IX.   ON THE WAY TO THE WILDERNESS

Chapter X.   GEDNEY RAFFER

Chapter XI.   PINE CAMP AT LAST

Chapter XII.   "HOME WAS NEVER LIKE THIS"

Chapter XIII.   MARGARET LLEWELLEN

Chapter XIV.   AT THE LUMBER CAMP

Chapter XV.   A CAT AND HER KITTENS

Chapter XVI.   "INJUN PETE"

Chapter XVII.   SPRING IN THE BIG WOODS

Chapter XVIII.   AT DEAD MAN'S BEND

Chapter XIX.   OLD TOBY VANDERWILLER

Chapter XX.   NAN'S SECRET

Chapter XXI.   IN THE TAMARACK SWAMP

Chapter XXII.   ON THE ISLAND

Chapter XXIII.   A MYSTERY

Chapter XXIV.   THE SMOKING TREE

Chapter XXV.   THE TEMPEST

Chapter XXVI.   BUFFETED BY THE ELEMENTS

Chapter XXVII.   OLD TOBY IN TROUBLE

Chapter XXVIII.     THE GIRL IN THE HOLLOW TREE

Chapter XXIX.   GREAT NEWS FROM SCOTLAND

Chapter XXX.   OFF FOR LAKEVIEW HALL

Chapter I. THE YELLOW POSTER

"Oh, look there, Nan!" cried Bess Harley suddenly, as they turned into High Street from the avenue on which Tillbury's high school was situated.

"Look where?" queried Nan Sherwood promptly. "Up in the air, down on the ground or all around?" and she carried out her speech in action, finally spinning about on one foot in a manner to shock the more staid Elizabeth.

"Oh, Nan!"

"Oh, Bess!" mocked her friend.

She was a rosy-cheeked, brown-eyed girl, with fly-away hair, a blue tam-o'-shanter set jauntily upon it, and a strong, plump body that she had great difficulty in keeping still enough in school to satisfy her teachers.

"Do behave, Nan," begged Bess. "We're on the public street."

"How awful!" proclaimed Nan Sherwood, making big eyes at her chum. "Why folks know we're only high-school girls, so, of course, we're crazy! Otherwise we wouldn't BE high-school girls."

"Nonsense!" cried Bess, interrupting. "Do be reasonable, Nan. And look yonder! What do you suppose that crowd is at the big gate of the Atwater Mills?"

Nan Sherwood's merry face instantly clouded. She was not at all a thoughtless girl, although she was of a sanguine, cheerful temperament.

The startled change in her face amazed Bess.

"Oh dear!" the latter cried. "What is it? Surely, there's nobody hurt in the mills? Your father——-"

"I'm afraid, Bess dear, that it means there are a great many hurt in the mills."

"Oh, Nan! How horridly you talk," cried Bess. "That is impossible."

"Not hurt in the machinery, not mangled by the looms," Nan went on to say, gravely. "But dreadfully hurt nevertheless, Bess. Father has been expecting it, I believe. Let's go and read the poster."

"Why it